Page 32 of Wicked Grumpy Heart Doc

He didn’t give a fuck who was watching this time when he bent down to kiss her. Her lips now tasted salty from the ocean waves on her skin, and he swept his tongue along her bottom lip before enveloping her mouth with his.

She made a fucking whimper sound that turned his already-hard dick to steel. He could only imagine the noises she’d make when he had his face between her thighs.

The kiss deepened and then turned frantic as she pressed her bare skin against his while she rocked against his aching cock.

“Sunshine,” he murmured against her mouth. “I need to taste you and fuck you. Now.”

“Yes,” she moaned in agreement. “Let’s go inside.”

Except. Fuck.

He walked them to shallower water and reached behind his neck to loosen her grip on him. Her brows furrowed in confusion.

“I’m going to need a minute before I can get out of the water in front of everyone,” he explained with a self-deprecating chuckle.

Chapter Nine

Dakota

She loved she had such an effect on the self-proclaimed salty old bastard. It made her feel beautiful. And powerful.

Standing a foot away from him in the ocean now, she giggled. “Just let me know when you’re ready to get out.”

“You’re enjoying this.”

“Oh, definitely. Wouldn’t you if the tables were somehow reversed?”

He didn’t even give it any consideration before he blurted out an indignant, “No!”

She pursed her lips. “I don’t believe you.”

He paused before conceding, “Okay, maybe my ego would be a little inflated.”

“Apparently, you have a penchant for inflated things.”

“And you have a proclivity for causing said inflation.”

She shrugged. “Sorry, not sorry.”

His eyes dragged from her face to her chest, then slowly back up. “Me neither.”

She swiped her tongue along her bottom lip as she returned his stare.

“Goddammit!” he groused.

Dakota cocked her head in confusion.

“You need to go or I’m never going to be able to get out.”

She giggled all the way to the shore.

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Aiden

He’d been reduced to feeling like a sixteen-year-old whose dick got hard when the wind blew.

But fuck, his hippy was smokin’ hot, and she’d basically given him the green light, now he just needed his dick to go down enough that it wasn’t poking out of his board shorts like a weapon ready to knock bottles off the table next to his friends who sat on the shore drinking.

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